Once upon a time there was a greedy snake

This was the answer given by the Golden-Winged Roc Demon King, who was still recovering from his serious injuries.

Of course, this was only the side shown to the minotaurs. In reality, the Golden-Winged Roc Demon King's injuries no longer affected his movements. But even if they didn't affect his movements, he didn't want to go and fight that monkey named Ignivas, simply because he now knew clearly what was behind that so-called monkey he was facing, or rather, what was behind the monkey.

"I don't want to be caught and taken back again..."

Realizing this, the Golden-Winged Roc Demon King feigned illness and stayed home while secretly preparing for his escape.

As for where to escape to, the obvious choice is to escape to the west. Even if they don't know what's in the west, it's always better to stay away from that ancient serpent.

However, they would not tell the Hennu people about this. As for the Hennu people with bull heads, all they could know was that the demons were unwilling to fight.

So they had no choice but to return once again to the cave deep in the mountains, to the hermitage of the monk Makara, and to seek the wisdom of the sacred cow god.

This time, however, they weren't so patient. These elderly minotaurs even questioned Magala's words.

"Thinking about it carefully, Magala basically said nothing last time... Was that really a revelation from the Holy Bull God?"

With this in mind, several elderly minotaurs stormed out of the cave.

This time, instead of kneeling on the ground, they looked into the depths of the cave, as if trying to see through the profound darkness.

"I understand what you mean."

Just then, the voice from inside the cave suddenly spoke.

"Since you're so eager to come in, let's just come in and talk."

Chapter 115 The First Great Flood

The cave of Magala, the most senior monk, is a place for contemplating the wisdom of the sacred cow god. No Hennu is allowed to enter without Magala's permission.

It is precisely because of this that many Hennu people have made many guesses about this place, such as that it must be covered with scriptures recording wisdom, or that it must contain many miracles left by the sacred bull god... Of course, the most common guess is that it must be magnificent and even more eye-catching than the temple.

But now, after personally entering the cave, those elderly minotaur monks realized that this was not the case at all.

As far as the eye could see, there were only damp, old rock walls and no furniture on the ground, only a few old reed cushions. Apart from that, the only other furnishings in the cave were probably the whips hanging on the wall.

Each whip bore traces of dried blood, testifying to what they had once been used for.

And the source of those bloodstains...

Just look at the minotaur in the cave, covered in whip marks, and you'll know.

Despite the fact that the bloodstains on the whip marks on his body had not yet dried, the minotaur's face was unusually calm. His eyes, which were as still as a deep well, seemed to contain endless wisdom.

This caused the elderly minotaurs to gasp in shock.

"They're actually undergoing arduous training... and to this extent!"

As their gaze swept over the spikes on the whips, the elderly minotaurs felt a chill run down their spines—how many times could they withstand such a blow if it were them?

Imagining the scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere, these elderly minotaurs immediately felt a deep respect for the monk Magara, who was covered in whip marks.

However, at this very moment, the most senior monk, Magala, sighed and shook his head.

“I already know why you've come... It seems you don't believe in the wisdom of the Holy Bull God.”

As he was saying this, the monk Magara, the most senior monk, suddenly became solemn and dignified.

"The God of the Sacred Bull has given his guidance. He protects His people. The Hennu will be safe. All difficulties are only temporary. Time will eventually be on the Hennu's side."

"This……"

The elderly minotaurs looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

The difficulties are only temporary, as they believed last time. The monkey Ignivas did indeed leave, but now it's back again.

Could it be that this difficulty is only temporary? Will that monkey Ignivas leave again?

"All difficulties are only temporary, just as all good things are only temporary."

"That's what the monk among monks, Magala, said."

"This is the wisdom of the Holy Bull God, do you understand?"

Several elderly minotaurs nodded in agreement, feeling that they had grasped the profound meaning of the sacred bull god.

However, one old minotaur couldn't help but speak up.

"Couldn't the God of the Sacred Bull personally take action and eliminate that monkey, Ignivas?"

"you……"

The monk among monks, Magara, suddenly frowned.

But the old minotaur continued speaking.

“That monkey Ignivas has killed so many of Dehennu’s people, and that evil flame has ravaged so much land… Faced with such rebellion, the sacred bull god Dehennu will surely unleash his divine punishment…”

"enough."

Taking a deep breath, the monk Magala, the most senior monk, regained his normal complexion.

"Enough, that's enough... Haven't you realized that you've begun to question the sacred bull god Dehennu?"

"I……"

The minotaur who was named was speechless for a long time; no one would dare to accept such a terrifying charge.

Fortunately, the most senior monk, Magala, did not pursue the matter further.

I simply offered him kind words of advice.

"It's not your fault that you think that way, it's just that you haven't grasped enough of the wisdom of the Holy Bull God Dehennu... Well, since you're here today, you are the Holy Bull God Dehennu, let me enlighten you."

As he said this, the minotaur named Magala suddenly roared.

"How do you know that the blasphemous rebellion has not yet been punished by God?"

"I……"

The sudden shout left the elderly minotaurs' heads buzzing, and they remained stunned for a long time.

When they regained consciousness, they were already outside the cave.

"Should we... wait a little longer?"

After discussing it, the elderly minotaurs finally decided to heed the advice of the monk among monks, Magala.

What they didn't know was that inside that cave, the most revered monk, Magala, also breathed a sigh of relief.

"They even want the God of the Sacred Bull to personally intervene... How could there possibly be such a thing as him personally intervening!"

The monk Magara frowned at the thought of the demands of those senior monks.

As the most revered of monks, Magala was undoubtedly the Hennu who was closest to the god of the sacred bull.

However, it was precisely because he was the Hennu who was closest to the god of the sacred bull that he understood it so well.

The idea that the God of the Sacred Bull would personally intervene was impossible from the very beginning.

It's as if there has never been such a thing as a sacred bull god.

There has never been such a thing as a sacred bull god. There has never been one. The so-called sacred bull god is just a slogan to unite all the Hennu people. The exact time when this slogan was first uttered is unknown, but Magala has to admit that the Hennu people who came up with this slogan were the truly wise ones.

Through their faith in the sacred bull god Dehennu, the previously scattered Hennu people united as one. They began to consider themselves the children of Dehennu and spontaneously began to inherit Dehennu's wisdom... This formless and intangible god was even more powerful than the tangible gods, after all, the Hennu people truly conquered many demon gods with the power of that wisdom.

"So... even if we don't have it, we have to have it."

The monk of monks, Magara, took a leather whip from the wall.

Even if there is no sacred bull god, he must act as if the sacred bull god must exist. As the Hennu people who are closest to the gods, this is a responsibility he must bear.

So... he also needs to relieve some stress.

"Strike me hard, this is my penance."

Magala handed the whip to the divine feeder who emerged from the dark room, and began his so-called "asceticism" for the day.

However, while Magala was being whipped, the Hennu people who had left received new news.

"What? You mean that monkey Ignivas has left again?"

Several elderly Hennu people were immediately incredulous. It seemed that all of this was arranged by the sacred bull god Dehennu, and under Dehennu's arrangement, the Hennu people seemed to be safe from any harm.

All difficulties are only temporary.

The god of the sacred bull is...

"and many more?"

At that moment, a minotaur suddenly felt that something was not quite right.

"Look over there, over at the snow-capped mountains... isn't there a bald patch on the mountain?"

"What do you mean, a bald patch?"

Another minotaur looked over as well.

"It's not just a bald patch, it's clearly shorter...shorter?"

The elderly minotaurs were immediately shaken.

In the distance, at the foot of those great snow-capped mountains, the land that originally belonged to the Hengnu people has been submerged into a vast ocean.

Chapter 116 Heaven and earth are overturned

There are no saber-toothed tigers among the Hennu.

Although the Thirty-Sixth Akakage left a message before leaving, demanding the saber-toothed tiger, he actually knew the truth in his heart.

There are probably no saber-toothed tigers left on the west side of the Great Snow Mountain.

Otherwise, given the habits of those Hennu people, they should have handed over the saber-toothed tiger during his first attack, or even more—simply because those Hennu people had other purposes, they wanted to corrupt him, and they should have given more in response to his demands.

Not only are they unable to provide it, but they've even attacked him. This is not in the nature of the Hennu people.

The fact that they did this only shows that the Hengnu people truly couldn't afford it.

"Indeed, the wisdom of the serpent god is correct... Since receiving the wisdom of the serpent god, even my mind seems to have become clearer."

This further convinced the 36th Akakage that he was indeed on the right path.

This led him to begin executing his original plan without hesitation.

The original plan wasn't very complicated; it simply involved creating large swamps, and then letting the swamps eventually give way to land over time...

To put it even more simply, it's like going through the process of biological evolution again, allowing the saber-toothed tiger, which was originally extinct, to evolve once more.

"And mammoths."

He wouldn't forget the other one too.

To create a large swamp, you would need a lot of water. He had considered diverting water from the east, since there was plenty of water there, enough to flood the land. However, due to the difficulty of the process, after assessing the feasibility, he chose a simpler method.

That is, to melt the snow on the snow-capped mountains and let the meltwater flow down.

Compared to drawing water from the sea to the east, this method is significantly better; it is not only feasible but also relatively safe.

Yes, it's safe.

In the eyes of the 36th Akakage, this was even a relatively safe method.

After all, controlling fire is practically instinctive for every Ignivas, and as the most powerful of the Ignivas, even the one closest to a god, his control over fire is unparalleled.

Just like now, after concentrating the power of the entire Ignivas clan, he was able to melt the snow-capped mountains that had been frozen for who knows how long.

It can even control the direction of the melting snow, making the snowmelt flow only to the west of the Great Snow Mountain.

As for the consequences of doing so, the Thirty-Sixth Akakage had not thought about it, or rather, even if there were any consequences, he didn't care at the moment—after all, he had a very clear goal right now, which was to create a world with saber-toothed tigers and mammoths.

Everything else can be put aside.

Simple, pure, single-minded, and focused on a single goal.

"Like a snake god."

The further he went down this path, the more the Thirty-Sixth Generation Akakage felt the wisdom of the Serpent God and the true meaning of being a god.

Although he does not yet consider himself a god, there is no doubt that his power, his skill, and even his wisdom have reached the level of a god.

"Or rather, one can only reach this position when one doesn't consider oneself a god."

The Thirty-Sixth Generation Akakage felt his understanding was becoming increasingly profound; he even truly understood everything.